Chapter 221

Harry, needless to say, must have taken a lot of powerful sleeping pills such as the Living Hell Potion; Marvolo was a top student in Slytherin after all; and Hermione could make such sleeping potions as early as the second grade.

Perhaps out of fear, Slughorn chose Marvolo as the winner among three bottles of perfect light snow-blue potions in the evaluation at the end of class.

Slughorn looked at the indifferent Nietzsche and finally reacted, but still couldn't understand how the other party could invade this school.

Professor Slughorn, who was abandoned by the students in the empty classroom, raised his fat hands and covered his face like a helpless child, but this posture only made the Dark Lord look more treacherous.

From the gaps between his fingers, you can see that Slughorn stared in horror: "He actually split his soul seven times?"

Seven splits, then it means seven murders, Voldemort made seven Horcruxes.

Obviously, this kind of egoist with a certain bottom line will be very repulsive to his own wrong behavior. Only by breaking the psychological defense line will some secrets be revealed inadvertently. Therefore, Nietzsche is very satisfied with his intimidation.

The ring, Marvolo himself, Harry, the snake and the locket, these are five, so there are two left.

"It seems that you know a lot." Nietzsche rolled his eyes and continued to coax, "Did you teach him to split his soul?"

His voice was very ethereal in the ears of those who were on the verge of mental collapse, and it was somewhat suggestive. The old Professor Slughorn struggled with regret and self-blame. After seeing Harry and Marvolo, he could no longer flutter.

Nietzsche quietly took out his wand and took the opportunity to disrupt the other party's brain with the Confusion Charm.

Watch it, he only demonstrated it once. The real Confusion Charm can not only be used to interfere with the cognition of Muggles, but also used it like this!

"I didn't teach him to split, it was just... that was just an academic discussion... I didn't know he would succeed..." The professor was in a low mood and was continuously avoiding his own mistakes.

Slughorn might still be a little stubborn, knowing that the content of the discussion was forbidden by the school, but he still put it aside for the sake of the petty gains in front of him.

Since his subconscious mind would escape, Nietzsche followed his escapist thinking to guide him.

"The Dark Lord has a good relationship with you, and he won't harm you." Nietzsche confused the other party's logical thinking and said slowly, "You are just discussing academically... In this case, would he have talked about other academic content?"

"Academic content?" Slughorn stared at the golden stains in the crucible, and his brows relaxed a little.

The long-dried Felixir turned into a viscous liquid like golden paint, hanging on the inner wall of the small crucible, and Slughorn's consciousness was also sinking down little by little with the waste liquid.

"Has he ever looked for you again?"

Nietzsche's voice, like a dream, seemed to gently pry open Slughorn's lock.

"Once after graduation." The professor said intermittently, "He wanted to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but was rejected by Headmaster Armando."

Although these few words were not important clues, Nietzsche still remained vigilant: this showed that Voldemort had been planning for Hogwarts a long time ago.

Nietzsche's wand flashed, canceling the influence of the Confusion Spell, and left the underground classroom without waiting for the professor to recover.

Chapter 363 War in the Forbidden Forest

"I am a pure blood!" The imagined corpse Morfin Gaunt stood in the middle of the corridor, yelling at the little wizards who ignored him, "I am a real pure blood...hiss!"

Parseltongue, this is the symbol of the Slytherin heir.

After Nietzsche came out of the basement corridor, everything around him became extremely slow, and his high concentration made him extremely sensitive to all the behaviors around him: chatting, walking, flipping books, chewing...all these movements were magnified.

He quickly fled the hall, and the corpse Morfin chased him.

Suddenly, Nietzsche found that the dry hands were on his shoulders, which made him pull out his wand and turn back, only to find that the person who chased after him to say hello was Marvolo.

"I said, did you gain anything?" Marvolo waved his right hand in front of him, frowning and said, "I saw Slughorn was very abnormal at the door. If we continue to toss like this, I'm afraid he will collapse in advance."

Nietzsche breathed a sigh of relief, at least he was not talking to himself.

"I was thinking about the Horcrux... Voldemort returned to school once after graduation, and his goal was related to the founder's relics."

The Slytherin locket of the Gaunt family is the treasure of the founder, and although the split diary is very ordinary, its significance is also the "Slytherin heir" represented by the Chamber of Secrets, and it is the beginning of Voldemort's madness.

Judging from this series of items, Voldemort may have returned to school to find the remaining treasures:

Hufflepuff Gold Cup, Ravenclaw Diadem, Gryffindor Sword, Slytherin Locket

"But the sword of Gryffindor may still be there, let me think..." Nietzsche asked. "Do you have any impression?"

"That's not what happened before Myrtle was killed." Marvolo shook his head, and he could do nothing about the whereabouts of these treasures.

The diary was the first Horcrux, and Voldemort would only start thinking about the second and third ones after successfully splitting the soul. Therefore, Marvolo, as the first part to be split, was completely confused about Voldemort's path.

But Nietzsche was not impatient. Now he just needed to figure out the whereabouts of the Horcrux...

He left Hogwarts Castle and followed the path in his memory, gradually walking into the depths of the Forbidden Forest along the marks on the tree trunks. The originally lush vegetation was gradually replaced by charred soil.

"Swoosh---"

A feather arrow flew past the two people's hair at an unusual speed, not biased, and would be hit by the arrow if they walked half a step more.

"Leave here, pony." The strong voice echoed in the Forbidden Forest.

Following the voice, Nietzsche found that the sturdy centaur with brown-red hair was not hiding in the bushes or charcoal wood, but on the branches of a thick tree.

The green leaves above his head and the falling sunlight made the centaur as beautiful as a highland elf.

"Bain?" Nietzsche put his palms on his forehead to block the sunlight and barely recognized this centaur with extraordinary archery skills.

This familiar greeting made Bane stunned. Its sturdy limbs jumped flexibly between several branches and jumped down from a height of dozens of meters.

The other party did not recognize him for a while. Even when he landed, he was vigilantly pulling the bow with both hands.

Nietzsche raised his wand, and a powerful magic communicated with the energy field around Bane, pulling all the weapons in his hands into the air and crushing them into pieces... What a familiar scene, just like when they first met and confronted each other.

"Nietzsche?" Bane was very excited, raising his two front hooves high and "colliding" quickly.

Although he could understand the happiness of the centaur, no one would be willing to bear the hug of the centaur. He just felt that his waist was about to be strangled.

"Why did you come back just now? I said... Firenze's prophecy will never be wrong." Bane put it down after hearing him coughing continuously. He stared at him for a long time and finally spit out a sentence, "You are old."

"This is the price, my friend." Nietzsche drooped his eyelids and made an unfathomable look.

Then, before Nietzsche finished his performance, Marvolo quickly pulled off his beard, causing Nietzsche to wince in pain.

Nietzsche hadn't been here for nearly a year, and he took a quick look and found that the centaurs' equipment was much better than before: hard horseshoes were installed on the horses' hooves, and a piece of wood was now hung on the originally exposed chest.

You know, centaurs have always advocated "close to nature" and never wear clothes to cover themselves.

"The Forbidden Forest is more lively than before." Nietzsche gathered the fragments together again, "Restored as before."

Bain picked up a chopping axe and said while opening a new path for the two people behind him: "You guessed it right, your vision is still so poisonous. Not only is the Forbidden Forest more dangerous, we have also moved to the edge from the original tribe."

Nietzsche and Marvolo looked at each other, and it was obvious that Voldemort had already made strategic deployments around the Forbidden Forest.

They were getting farther and farther away from the castle, and even when they almost reached the area opposite the Black Lake, they saw a huge town made of wood and stone. Judging from the number of centaurs, its scale was far greater than before.

"We have united the centaurs of the entire Forbidden Forest." Bain said proudly.

More than a hundred centaurs gathered at the edge of the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, which is a very rare situation.

"It's Hermione..." Marvolo seemed to see his doubts, so he explained, "She received a request from the centaurs before, so she helped to use magic to migrate more than a dozen centaurs here."

Nietzsche blinked and looked around. He found that the centaurs society had also quietly changed because of this gathering: they began to try trade, carry out precise division of labor and cooperation, and differentiated into more detailed areas and roads.

He was really happy for Bain, but he felt disappointed in his heart---he didn't see the Norwegian Ridgeback.

"What happened in the Forbidden Forest during my absence?" Nietzsche followed to a stone house, and after walking in, he found that it was a hall full of torches.

Ronan still hadn't changed much. He was whispering with several other elderly centaurs in a circle.

"Invasion." Bane said, "A bunch of outsiders completely broke the balance of nature. If there were only a few more vampire and werewolf nests, it would be fine, it's normal, but they are trying to win over those dirty eight-eyed giant beads."

"All the centaurs who couldn't reach an agreement with them were hunted down. In desperation, we chose to migrate to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. This is our territory!"

Centaurs attach great importance to territorial awareness. If anything is considered an invasion, they will stand firmly for the Forbidden Forest.

Of course, no one took the migration of centaurs seriously. At least the wizards in the school didn't know Voldemort's plan. In their opinion, the centaurs were most likely complaining about territorial issues again.

This is not a one-day or two-day thing. For example, Hagrid used to always have a headache because his "little cutie" fought with the centaurs.

"Elder Ronan!" Bane's horse hoof crushed the gravel on the ground, and he shouted loudly, "Look who's back. I said long ago that Firenze's prophecy was correct."

Ronan slowly moved his eyes and paused on Nietzsche as a greeting.

"What are you talking about again?" He scolded softly, "Obviously, I thought Firenze's prophecy was the least correct at the beginning."

The truth is a sharp knife.

"So..." Nietzsche looked at Bane with a resentful look and said, "Actually, you are the one who thinks I'm dead, right?"

Chapter 364 "Master of Micro-Manipulation"

"The light of Jupiter will overshadow Mars, and we will gather together under the guidance of the stars." Ronan, wearing an ancient Roman-style robe woven from large leaves and thin wicker, spoke gently of obscure astrological predictions.

That's how centaurs are. The older they get, the more they like to talk about a series of riddles.

Nietzsche looked over and saw several new faces he had never seen before. They stood side by side behind Ronan, whispering to the two wizards who walked in here.

However, because Nietzsche had been dealing with horse people for many years, some astrological knowledge was instilled in his mind:

Mars means war. The centaurs, who highly respect astrological predictions, received the guidance of Jupiter, so they built a defense line on the edge of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts to protect their territory. This gave them the opportunity to meet Nietzsche.

To put it simply, ‘fate guides’.

But Nietzsche only interprets the riddle of the centaur, and does not believe in the prophecy.

There were no chairs here, but due to his appearance and personality, Marvolo still used magic to conjure a short stool for himself. Nietzsche, on the other hand, was not particular about that, so he just stamped his feet and randomly picked a place to sit that was not so dirty.

"Have you told Hagrid about the Forbidden Forest?" Nietzsche asked.

"Wizards rarely interfere in disputes between magical animals." Ronan poked the fire with a thick wooden stick, tilted his head and said, "In fact, we don't want to make it difficult for Hagrid, otherwise he would definitely You'll be caught in the middle of a group of animals."

"That's true, not to mention that he is still the Professor of Magical Zoology..."

The Martian in the center of the Centaur Hall rose high into the sky and flew out like a Martian butterfly from the open-air dome overhead. It might have been more beautiful if it was at night.

Nietzsche thought that the centaurs did not want to drag other wizards into the water, but regarded this matter as a dispute over their own territory. Ronan raised his head to a 45° angle, with an extremely sad look in his eyes. It seemed that this There is another hidden story.

"Professor? Do you think we are worried about Hagrid's job? That's not the case. Hagrid's love for magical animals comes more from his own origins..." Ronan said softly.

No one is born with a love for doing something, and Hagrid is no different. He was not born with an innate love for magical animals.

There are many people in this world who like magical beasts, such as Newt Scamander, who wrote "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" and made a splash in the field of magical zoology. This type of person is completely different from Hagrid.

Hermione had taken an elective course in Magical Zoology before and rated the subject as 'terrible'.

To be honest, no one would think that a bunch of cross-bred snails are cute, or even think that the violent character of animals is normal, right?

Hagrid was born as a giant, and Madame Maxime was also born as a giant, but the former recognized his ancestry and regarded himself as part of a magical animal, while the latter affirmed that he was a 'human'.

"He is a hybrid giant, I know that," Nietzsche said, nodding.

"However, it happened that we discovered the figure of the giant..." Ronan spoke slowly and with sad emotions.

"So you think Hagrid will hinder you from fighting giants, werewolves and other creatures?"

This is ridiculous, but it is not impossible. According to Hagrid's temperament, he might actually do it, and Marvolo is also laughing at the stupid honest man.

Ronan's two front hooves rubbed restlessly against the stone slab, and then he turned around and whispered to the other centaurs. He couldn't make out what they were saying. They spoke very fast and contained many strange syllables.

"If it's a wild giant, it doesn't matter. As a gamekeeper, Hagrid has a reason to settle them. We don't have to worry. But if it's a giant with simple wisdom... it's a bit troublesome."

Nietzsche focused on ‘wisdom’, but it is understandable because he was, after all, Voldemort’s vanguard.

But Ronan continued: "The leader among them is the short and flexible giant Grawp. They will destroy the surrounding trees for other 'human beings' to compress our living space."

It clearly distinguishes the definitions of 'human' and 'beast', seemingly mocking the original definition of the Ministry of Magic.

The problem lies here, and it can also be seen through Hagrid's philosophy when teaching: His identification with the giant bloodline and the experiences he suffered when he was a student led him to subconsciously confuse the two attributes together.

"What about Smaug? I have seen her masterpieces against giants on the way here." Nietzsche asked excitedly.

However, the centaurs looked at him almost with contempt, as if they were looking at scum, and Nietzsche had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Do you think we can really tame a Norwegian Ridgeback?" Bain said angrily, "It stopped being with us a long time ago... What a pity, I actually liked hunting with it."

Nietzsche felt weak when he thought of the fire dragon.

He has ignored Smaug for almost a year. Who knows if he will be more difficult to coax than Hermione. Don't do this kind of thing!

No, no, no, Nietzsche desperately pushed this fatal thing out of his mind and concentrated on dealing with the centaurs' dilemma: figuring out Voldemort's purpose of pressing forward to Hogwarts.

"He was impatient." Nietzsche put himself into Voldemort's predicament and reasoned from a macro perspective.

The Horcrux is what Voldemort wants to protect the most. As long as there is one, even if the body is destroyed, the soul inside will live forever because it has become a ghost that is worse than a ghost.

It sounds more painful than dying directly, but it is also a kind of eternal life.

Nietzsche's thoughts are like returning to the time travel. He pulled his eyes to the highest point and looked at the changes in the entire spider web from an almost bird's-eye view: